sonata arctica - San SebastianI could see my life, short film passing my eyes
I tried to look away from her, as always I just tried
Sweetness in her eyes, gone thru one million miles
How could I turn my back on her, the sweetest thing alive
I was eager, day time dreamer, waiting time when I'd come alive

Sun of San Sebastian eighteen years young today
She's all I ever dreamed, but now my skies are turning gray
It was good I got to know her well, because it made me see
That the sun of San Sebastian is just too hot for me

Look what I have done to my San Sebastian
I wasted all my childhood dreams by staring at sun

Back in time with a dream of mine
I try to find my way back to life

Burning fever, night time screamer, waiting time when I'd come alive

Sun of San Sebastian oh why I cannot stay
She's all I ever dreamed, but now my skies are turning gray
It was good I got to know her well, because it made me see
That the sun of San Sebastian Is just too hot for me

Every single day, for the rest of my way
I live without my love, my God, I have to stay in shade
When I'm old and gray, I remember that day
When she came, that perfect dame and she blew me away

I was eager, day time dreamer, waiting time when I'd come alive

Oo-oo...
Was it good I got to know her well although it made me see
That the sun of San Sebastian is way too hot for me?
Oo-oo..
Now I live my life in shades and I am married to the moon
And the sun of San Sebastian is warming someone new

summoning - Over old hills

The air was neither night or a day,
But faintly dark with softest light
When first glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

You and me - we know that land
And often have been there in
The old days, old days
The dark child and a fair
Was it down the paths of firelight
Dreams in winter cold and white,
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

And why we never found the same
Old cottage, or magic
Track that leads between a silver sea,
Between a silver sea
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were -
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me

Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were

The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, You and Me,
We know not, You and Me

And these old shores
And gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were [before]
Air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered
The Cottage of Lost Play

_________________I'm the one who spatupon christ while I nailed him to the cross
I stood at the edge of the world and watched it burn
I've made love to Elisabeth Bathori in a filthy tub of virgin blood
I've danced naked with the oldest Transylvanian vampires